Terminatrix ( Art by Lesther )
Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2023 2:02 pm
https://www.deviantart.com/lesther2011/ ... -561943534
"This is unit 317, Officer Austin. I'm investigating those calls about some strange electrical activity over at the abandoned warehouse, over on Dockside. Roger, dispatch, will keep you advised. No I don't think backups necessary, it's probably just kids. Out."
Officer Jessica Austin, had only been in the LAPD for only a year. Her probation had passed with flying colours, and she was cleared for solo patrol. She was 23, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a firm athletic body. Under her uniform, she wore the standard white undershirt, complemented with a form fitting white underwired bra and matching thong. This allowed her to maintain maximum freedom of movement. Her C-cups and shapely ass, drew the the attention of many of the male officers at the precinct but Jessica wanted to be judged on her hardwork, not on her looks. She was still the rookie, and wasn't taken too seriously. This, she believed was just another bullshit call, kids messing with breakers. She could picture the sniggers and smug looks of the men back at the station. Assholes.
However, when she got out of her police cruiser, Austin could tell this wasn't another bullshit prank or kids fooling around. She unhooked her flashlight from her gunbelt, switching it on. The first thing she noticed was a large circular hole that was burned into the fence, at the centre of the hole was a large crater about a feet deep. She walked closer to the rim of the crater, and her foot crunched over something sharp. "What the fuck?! Is that glass?" she exclaimed. Satisfied this wasn't the work of LA delinquents, she reached for the radio on her belt. However, before she had a chance to unhook it, she felt a cold metallic hand grab her shoulder and mouth. The last thing she felt was her neck, being snapped to the right and the audible crack of the bone breaking before she knew nothing at all.
The T-1001, had already selected the human female as it's infiltration persona. Her uniform, weapon and police vehicle would greatly assist the terminator in tracking it's target, without drawing too much attention. It knelt beside the dead policewoman, and putting it's mouth to the dead woman's as if to kiss her. T-1001, absorbed the woman's DNA and memories through her saliva. The terminators mimetic alloy changed into a perfect, naked copy of Officer Jessica Austin, while it could replicate skin and hair, the T-1001 couldn't replicate clothing. Not being particularly squeamish, the T-1001 stripped off the dead police woman's uniform, including the undershirt, and white underwear. When she finished dressing in the stolen uniform, underwear included, she left the naked corpse slumped against a wall behind some shipping crates, T- 1001 picked up the dropped flashlight and slipped it back into the stolen gunbelt. She checked the Officers Glock 17 pistol, by pulling the slide back, chambering a round and flipping the safety off. Satisfied, she got into the police cruiser, she called in" Dispatch ,317, Austin checking in. Yeah, just kids fooling around. Nothing to report. OK dispatch, you have a good one too, Austin out. " She turned to the cruiser computer and typed the name of her target JOHN CONNOR. After retrieving the relevant information, she put the cruiser into gear and drove off into the LA night.
"This is unit 317, Officer Austin. I'm investigating those calls about some strange electrical activity over at the abandoned warehouse, over on Dockside. Roger, dispatch, will keep you advised. No I don't think backups necessary, it's probably just kids. Out."
Officer Jessica Austin, had only been in the LAPD for only a year. Her probation had passed with flying colours, and she was cleared for solo patrol. She was 23, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a firm athletic body. Under her uniform, she wore the standard white undershirt, complemented with a form fitting white underwired bra and matching thong. This allowed her to maintain maximum freedom of movement. Her C-cups and shapely ass, drew the the attention of many of the male officers at the precinct but Jessica wanted to be judged on her hardwork, not on her looks. She was still the rookie, and wasn't taken too seriously. This, she believed was just another bullshit call, kids messing with breakers. She could picture the sniggers and smug looks of the men back at the station. Assholes.
However, when she got out of her police cruiser, Austin could tell this wasn't another bullshit prank or kids fooling around. She unhooked her flashlight from her gunbelt, switching it on. The first thing she noticed was a large circular hole that was burned into the fence, at the centre of the hole was a large crater about a feet deep. She walked closer to the rim of the crater, and her foot crunched over something sharp. "What the fuck?! Is that glass?" she exclaimed. Satisfied this wasn't the work of LA delinquents, she reached for the radio on her belt. However, before she had a chance to unhook it, she felt a cold metallic hand grab her shoulder and mouth. The last thing she felt was her neck, being snapped to the right and the audible crack of the bone breaking before she knew nothing at all.
The T-1001, had already selected the human female as it's infiltration persona. Her uniform, weapon and police vehicle would greatly assist the terminator in tracking it's target, without drawing too much attention. It knelt beside the dead policewoman, and putting it's mouth to the dead woman's as if to kiss her. T-1001, absorbed the woman's DNA and memories through her saliva. The terminators mimetic alloy changed into a perfect, naked copy of Officer Jessica Austin, while it could replicate skin and hair, the T-1001 couldn't replicate clothing. Not being particularly squeamish, the T-1001 stripped off the dead police woman's uniform, including the undershirt, and white underwear. When she finished dressing in the stolen uniform, underwear included, she left the naked corpse slumped against a wall behind some shipping crates, T- 1001 picked up the dropped flashlight and slipped it back into the stolen gunbelt. She checked the Officers Glock 17 pistol, by pulling the slide back, chambering a round and flipping the safety off. Satisfied, she got into the police cruiser, she called in" Dispatch ,317, Austin checking in. Yeah, just kids fooling around. Nothing to report. OK dispatch, you have a good one too, Austin out. " She turned to the cruiser computer and typed the name of her target JOHN CONNOR. After retrieving the relevant information, she put the cruiser into gear and drove off into the LA night.